You stay out there
Laughing, likely
Mocking me
But On fire
Coughing heavily
I’ll stay back here
Broken, maybe
But Afire
Picking peaches
That God gave me
She is not He
Nor an It or an If
She is Where It’s At, Has Always Been, and Forever More Will Be
Where If Goes To Become
She is Where He Needs To Be Attending To
She Really Is
She Is Peaches and Mittens
August Fire, Mountain Avalanche
She Is Baseball and Criminal
There’s no more Not Knowing Such Love
She Is Leading Me